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Show SWEET MISTRESS NANCE OF MIL-BURN MIL-BURN TOWN. When I had gonf the highway down, I meet sweat Mistress Nancy thore, With bonnet cjualnt, and jaunty gown, And sundown glints about her hair; Such silken houen, dainty feet That should not climb the mountain lands, Such wondrous nair, like sheafened wheat All bursting from its golden bands. "Swoet Mistress," I made bold to say, "May I go down the glebe with you? I heard a bird sing yesterday, "I wish me what it sang were true) A robin bird" (my knees did shake To see that she did me so view), "A robin bird" (I did so quake), 'I wish me what it sang were trne." "Ah. Reuben Foster," quoth the lass, "What alls the lad that he's gone wrong? Best got thee to thy looking glass What is it of the robin's song? I'll warrant me the bird did liee Ere thou didst learn its piping lay. Ah, Reuben, man, art fooling me? And is it naught thou haste to say?" 'Sweet Misstross Nance of Mllburn town I am a loutish country lad In bonnet quaint and aud jaunty gown You quite distract and make me mad," And all this time the bonnet's tints Grew (jualnter still, I do declare, And all this time the sundown glints Made merry with the unsheafed hair, i "What riddle talk ye, Reuben, man!" And tossed her wondrous mane along) "To it atialn, whereye begun What is itof the robbin's song? I'll warrant mo In all the throng Along the green there's none so rare As would not toll the robin's song," And tossed again her wondrous hair. And all this time we passed along, The lass did bo undo my brain I durst not tell the robin's song Iwisnthatwe nitght walk again; And all this time the highway down 1 went with M istress Nancy fair, Up by the glebe into the town, Some stin-gliiits still about hor hair. William 1'age Varttr in Avijutt Century. |